The Chosen One Universe Volume Two: An MM Paranormal Fantasy Shifters Series

by Macy Blake

  Shaq could do nothing but obey. He scrambled off the bed and stripped out of his jeans. Drew’s eyes watched him hungrily. Shaq stood beside the bed proudly, letting his mate look his fill. “On the bed,” Drew demanded. “On your back.”

  Shaq did as he commanded, climbing onto the bed beside Drew and rolling onto his back. His cock jutted up proudly, full and hard and ready to make Drew his. Drew leaned in and sucked the tip of his cock into his mouth. Shaq groaned and grabbed his hair, the sensations of Drew’s lips and tongue tearing through him. He wanted to give Drew this, to let him explore, but the hunger in Shaq had built for days. He tugged Drew’s hair, guiding him away from Shaq’s cock. It earned him a glare from his mate.

  “Move so I can taste you, too.”

  Drew’s scowl turned to a wicked smile. He slid his hips around toward Shaq’s shoulders, folding his long legs back to allow Shaq to reach. His cock was long and lean, just like Drew. He wrapped his fist around it and Drew trembled at the touch. “Perfect,” Shaq whispered.

  “Suck me,” Drew ordered.

  “So bossy,” Shaq said. But of course, he did as he was told. Never let it be said that he didn’t take excellent care of his mate, provide for him whatever he needed. And if what he needed was Shaq’s mouth on his cock, all he had to do was ask. Shaq took his time, tracing the sensitive tip with his tongue, then gently dragging his teeth over it. Drew shivered, his cock jumping at the sensation.

  “Shaq,” Drew begged.

  Shaq wrapped his hand around the base of Drew’s cock and squeezed as he lowered his mouth down. He sucked hard as he pulled back, drawing a gasp of pleasure from Drew. He wanted to hear it again. He teased the slit with his tongue, stroking his hand and listening as each touch drove Drew higher and higher. He tasted so good. So sweet. Shaq’s entire world narrowed, every extra sense he possessed focused on his mate and his pleasure. Drew panted and began to thrust against him. Shaq watched him, his eyes hooded and filled with lust. He began to learn Drew’s body. Where he liked to be touched. How hard he liked to be sucked. Where the most sensitive places were.

  “Shaq, please.”

  He pulled away, his hand continuing to stroke gently. “What do you need, love?”

  “You.”

  “You have me.”

  Drew growled and raised his head. “You better have lube and condoms.”

  His mate had run out of patience so quickly. “I have no need of condoms. However, I do have lube.”

  Drew paused, looking at him skeptically. He could not blame his mate for being wary.

  “Supernatural creature,” Shaq explained gently. “Can’t catch anything. Can’t give you anything.”

  “I’d think that was a line, but it isn’t, is it?”

  Shaq shook his head. “We can wait. I can still give you pleasure.”

  Drew groaned and wiggled his way around so he was straddling Shaq’s body. He’d placed his ass right over the thick length of Shaq’s cock and had already began rolling his hips. Shaq’s cock slipped into his crease and he ached for more. He wanted to bury himself in Drew’s ass, to mark him with teeth and come. He held Drew’s hips gently, waiting for him to decide.

  “Shaq,” Drew whimpered.

  “What, my love?”

  “Get the lube.”

  Shaq stretched out one long arm and reached for the drawer of his nightstand. Drew realized his target and slid off of him, finding the bottle quickly before resuming his position. Drew added some of the slick to his hand before stroking it up and down Shaq’s length. He tried to hold still, to let his mate attend to him, but he found himself slipping further and further. His eyes flamed, a red haze taking over him, His hand shifted, claws forming where fingers once were. “Drew,” Shaq growled.

  Drew looked up at him, but instead of being afraid, he grinned. “Making you crazy, am I? You want me, big guy?”

  “Yes,” Shaq panted. His mate’s hands were strong and firm, stroking him, teasing him, making him ache.

  “You’ve got me.”

  Drew slid forward and reached behind himself to lift Shaq’s cock into position. He lowered himself onto it, gasping as the wide head breached his hole. “Fuck, Shaq. Should have known your dick would be as big as you are.”

  “You don’t mind. You love it.”

  “I do,” Drew confessed. He pushed down further, his body slowly opening to Shaq’s cock as he sunk deeper and deeper.

  “You’re almost there.”

  Drew trembled as he pushed down and finally his legs were spread wide as he took all of Shaq inside him. He bit his lip and looked up, breathing as he let his body adjust to the intrusion.

  “So perfect,” Shaq murmured. He traced his fingers down Drew’s stomach and teased the head of his cock. A pearly drop of precome emerged and he swiped it off. He brought it to his mouth, licking it and groaning as the taste of his mate exploded on his tongue.

  Drew began to roll his hips, gently at first. He stared down at Shaq then leaned forward, gripping Shaq’s muscled pecs in his hands. “So fucking big. All of you.”

  “Just right for you, though.”

  Drew shivered and leaned forward again. Shaq lifted up and cupped his hand around Drew’s neck. Their lips met in another heated kiss, tangling and teasing as Drew continued to roll his hips, driving Shaq into his body, testing his limits. Drew pulled away after a minute with a whimper of need. “Shaq.”

  “I’ve got you, my mate.”

  Shaq sat up and grabbed Drew’s waist. He slid over to the side of the bed and braced his feet on the floor. Moving his hands to Drew’s ass, he spread him wide, opening him even further. Drew groaned and began to move again, this time with Shaq’s help. His mate made the sweetest noises, little grunts and moans and sighs. Shaq memorized them all, each of them driving his own need higher and higher. He moved Drew faster, using his enhanced strength to their advantage. Drew held onto Shaq’s shoulders and when his noises reached a fever pitch that sent trembles of need through Shaq, his mate leaned in and bit his neck.

  Shaq roared and shot his load deep into Drew’s body. Drew clenched and his own release splattered between them as he gnawed on Shaq’s neck. Shaq cupped the back of Drew’s head gently, urging him to keep going. His heart raced, the feeling of completeness surprising him. When their breathing began to calm, Drew pulled back and stared at Shaq with wide eyes.

  “I don’t know why I did that.”

  “Because you know what makes your mate crazy.”

  Drew didn’t look convinced.

  “You know how I feel about your neck. Can you not imagine I’d feel the same?”

  Drew tilted his neck to the side and Shaq leaned in, nipping at the tender flesh before sucking up a small mark. “There. Now we’re even.”

  Drew leaned into him with a sigh. “That was… that was amazing.”

  “It was.”

  “You have to carry me to the shower now because I have come leaking out of my ass. And then you have to feed me because I’m starving.”

  “Anything else?”

  Drew grinned and leaned into the spot he’d marked. He kissed it tenderly before raising his head again. “I’m sure I’ll think of something. Give me a minute.”

  Shaq smiled and stood, his mate cradled in his arms. Drew was finally beginning to catch on.

  Drew

  “Order up!”

  Walt bellowed from the pass-through window at Hair of the Dog, startling Drew so badly he almost fell off his stool. Of course, Walt noticed and began to cackle.

  Drew glared at him. “Was that really necessary?”

  “Sure it was. You want somethin’ to eat?”

  “Not yet. I’m keeping an eye on Cody.”

  Walt gave him a nod. “He’s a bit pale.”

  “Still recovering. I’m going to send him home if he gets any worse.”

  It had been a few days since Cody had stayed over at Shaq’s house. He’d pretty much insisted on going home after he woke up the following morning.
Drew hadn’t wanted him to go, but Cody said he needed his own bed. He couldn’t force him to stay, even though Drew thought Shaq might have been considering it.

  “When’s Shaq getting back?”

  “Dunno,” Drew answered.

  Shaq had been called away again, along with half of the pack. There’d been a lot of calls for the hellhounds the past few days, more than usual according to Shaq. Whatever had happened this time had been big. Drew was trying not to worry too much about it. Viceroy had stayed behind while the others left. He was standing at the back of the bar in Solomon’s usual spot, his eyes scanning the crowd. For a Thursday night, it was pretty busy, and Izzy had the night off. Her daughter had a dance recital. Shaq had been planning on going until he was called away. He’d had Drew send the little girl flowers instead. He really was ridiculously sweet.

  Another group came in as Drew watched and Shelly came over to the bar with a groan. “More?”

  “I’ll help,” Drew said.

  She looked hesitant. “I’m not sure you should, Drew. What would Shaq say?”

  “Shaq wouldn’t care. And don’t look at Walt. I’m a grown man, Shelly. I can help if I want to.”

  She smirked and Walt snorted out a laugh. He glared at them both.

  “You seriously think I can’t wait tables?”

  “I know you can,” Shelly said. “But I think it’ll annoy Shaq.”

  “No, it won’t. He’ll care if you get overwhelmed, or if someone acts like an idiot. He’ll care if Vice doesn’t watch out for us. He’ll care if Walt burns the onion rings again and stinks up the bar because he’s distracted by your new mini skirt.”

  Walt sputtered and Shelly turned to him with a stunned expression. “That’s what happened last night?”

  “What? You’ve got fantastic legs, woman. What’d you think? I’m dead? Course I saw.”

  “And got distracted,” Shelly added.

  “They’re fantastic legs. Get out of here. Both of you. God, you’d think this was social hour with the way you two blabber on.”

  Drew grabbed a tray, notepad, and pen and made his way to the back of the bar. He needed to be able to write down his orders. He definitely didn’t have Izzy and Shelly’s ability to remember twelve different tables worth of drinks at once. “Vice, I’m going to help Shelly out.”

  “You sure?”

  “Yeah. Keep an eye out, though, okay?”

  “I’ve got your back.”

  Drew grinned and made his way to the other side of the room. He took orders for the two new tables, dropped the drink orders with Cody and the food ones to Walt. He cleared a few empties and got a few more refill requests before heading back to the bar to pick up the drinks he’d asked for earlier. Cody looked ready to drop, but he also looked determined to tough it out.

  “You got this?”

  Cody nodded.

  “Okay, just make it until Shaq gets back, and we’ll get someone to take you home.”

  “I can—”

  “Cody, please don’t argue with me right now. I’m trying to remember which table wanted which drinks.”

  Cody shook his head and continued filling mugs with beer.

  “I’m just tired, Drew.”

  “I know. And you’ll get paid, don’t worry. Shaq already told me you have sick time coming.”

  “I don’t have—”

  “Seriously with the arguing. I’ll be back for the next round in a minute.”

  The bar door opened again and another set of customers walked inside. Drew started heading their direction, but the next thing he knew, Vice had stepped between him and them. “Wait here.”

  They looked completely normal, but clearly they weren’t. And they looked particularly nervous realizing they’d caught Vice’s attention. His packmate looked extremely annoyed by their presence.

  “Everything okay?” Shelly paused beside him with her tray loaded full of drinks.

  “I’m not sure. Vice told me to wait, so I’m waiting.”

  “I can cover that table if you want.”

  “You’ve already got most of the tables. If Vice lets them stay, I can handle it.”

  “If you’re sure.”

  “I’m good.”

  Vice stomped back over to him a minute later, looking less than pleased. “Listen to me.”

  “Yeah?”

  “This is not a joke.”

  Drew glanced at the newcomers nervously. “Okay.”

  “If they start singing, you get in the back room. Fast.”

  Drew looked up at Vice with a frown. “What?”

  “Drew. Do you hear me?”

  “I heard you. I just don’t understand you.”

  “If they sing, back room. That’s all you need to understand.” Vice glared over his shoulder again. “Shaq’s gonna be annoyed.”

  “So they aren’t dangerous?”

  “Not if they aren’t singing. Just… get them some drinks. I’ll keep my eye on them. And Goddess, I hope Shaq gets back soon.”

  Drew wanted him back soon, too, if only so he could get the scoop on what had Vice so flustered. The newcomers stared at him with the strangest look as he approached, like they were way too happy to see him. It was weird. Really weird.

  “Can I get you guys something to drink?”

  The beaming smiles he received didn’t help. They stared at him. He stared back. One of them giggled. Drew looked over his shoulder at Vice, who had dropped his head into his hand. “Drinks?”

  “Beer all around. Whatever’s on tap!”

  “Uh, okay. Coming right up.”

  The moment he walked away, they began talking in overly dramatic whispers. If he had Shaq’s hearing, he’d know what they were saying. He passed Cody the order and went over to Vice. “What are they saying about me?”

  “You don’t want to know.”

  “Yes, I do.”

  Vice gave him a look, and Drew returned it but added his best exasperated eyebrows.

  “Fine,” Vice said. “They think the alpha’s marked you up nicely. You smell of his spend and he’s obviously bred you well.”

  Drew choked out a laugh. “What? That’s not what—”

  “Yeah, it is. I told you.”

  “I don’t smell of his—”

  “Yeah, you do.”

  “I showered!”

  “So? You think my alpha isn’t going to make sure everyone in a hundred mile radius can smell you’re his? I mean, I get that you’re new at this and all, but come on.”

  “You’re an assface.”

  “Nice, Drew.”

  Drew glared at him but returned to work. Another set of customers walked in, and Vice stepped between Drew and them once more. Drew groaned. “What now?”

  “Just wait. Fuck. I should send you back with Walt.”

  “Vice, I’m not sure if you’re aware of this, but you’re pissing me off right now.”

  Vice didn’t look concerned. “I’m more scared of my alpha.”

  Which was actually a good point. “So bad singing guys at the table look harmless. What are they?”

  Vice squirmed a little.

  “Vampires?”

  “What? You think those guys are vampires?”

  “How am I supposed to know, Vice? Do you think you look like a hellhound? Vampires are the scariest creatures I could think of.”

  Vice snorted.

  “Oh, dragons? Dragons are scary.”

  “Goddess, Drew. No, they’re faun.”

  “Faun? Little woodland creatures from Narnia?”

  Vice rolled his eyes.

  “Okay, so what’re the new guys?”

  “Dryads.”

  Drew glanced over at them. “I don’t know what that is.”

  “Not important. I’ll go talk to them. Stay over here.”

  Drew glared at him but returned to his spot at the bar. Cody filled his tray once again, and Walt poked his head out.

  “What has Vice so worked up?”

  “Apparently,
we’ve got company.” He tried to make the last word significant, but Walt got it without him having to explain further.

  “Trouble?”

  “I don’t know. Hey, you know what a dryad is?”

  “Do I look like an encyclopedia of mythological creatures?”

  Drew stuck out his tongue at Walt instead of dignifying his snark with a verbal response. He picked up the tray and delivered drinks while Vice had a heart-to-heart with the newcomers. When the door opened again, Drew prepared to go hide on principle, but luckily, it was Calliope. She took one sniff of the bar, and her eyes began to glow.

  “Hey!” She turned to Drew when he called to her. “We’re good.”

  The glow faded and she turned to Vice with a scowl.

  “What? He won’t listen to me,” Vice griped.

  “Drew,” Calliope said gently.

  “Want a drink? Something to eat? No? Then do your bodyguard duties and let me do mine. Izzy’s out and Cody’s still not a hundred percent. I’m helping.”

  She sighed. “Shaq’s gonna kill me.”

  “No, he won’t.”

  “You do realize I’ve known him a lot longer than you, right?”

  “You do realize that he’s my mate, right?”

  Calli smirked and bumped their arms together. “Yeah.”

  “So, it’s fine.”

  She shook her head but went over to the dryad table with Vice. They had the poor guys looking terrified within seconds.

  “Hey, Drew!”

  Big Bill hollered at him so Drew went over to the old biker’s table. “What’s going on? Why’s Vice freaking out? We got trouble?”

  He was surrounded by a room full of trouble detectors. Was that even a thing? Clearly, it was.

  “Nah, just newbies. You know how they get. Gotta make sure everyone knows the rules.”

  “Yeah. Let me know if you need help.”

  Drew patted him on his leather clad shoulder. “Thanks, Big Bill. You need another beer?”

  “Nah, I’m good. The missus has me limited to two. Apparently, there was something on the news about heart and blood pressure and beer. I don’t know. I do what I’m told.”

  “Happy wife, happy life, my friend.”

  “Ain’t that the truth. Speaking of other halves, where’s yours?”